| What’s all this spunk on the duckboards?
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| Come on Lawrence… come on Lawrence…
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| Let’s go out and have a prayer meeting
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| Take a chance with our new shotgun
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| Hey! |
| Come on Lawrence!
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| It’s time we escaped again, my son!
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| Oi!
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| Come on!
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| Hey, hey, take me away
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| I hate waking up in this place
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| There’s nutters in here who whistle and cheer
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| When they’re watching a one-legged race
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| And a one-legged prefect gets me in bed
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| Makes me play with his dick
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| One legged horn and he’s shouting the odds
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| Driving me bloody well sick
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| When I get better, when I get strong
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| Will I be alright in the head?
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| They’re making me well, if they’re caring for me
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| Why do they boot me and punch me?
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| Why do they bash me and crunch me?
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| Some of the counterpanes are pink and other ones are, blue
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| Hey, hey, take me away
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| From the ones that go mad every night
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| They’re crazy and dangerous one-legged sods
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| Who have to sit down when they bite
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| One-legged Peter who knows bloody well
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| He’s got worse ever since he came in
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| This other poor cunt, he was born back-to-front
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| And he’s always got stuff on his chin
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| When I get better, when I get strong
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| Will I be alright in the head?
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| Give me a sweet and accost me
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| I do hope that God hasn’t lost me
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| The lino is brown and the walls have been scraped with blood where someone has
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| hanged themselves
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| (I hope so!)
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| Get it?
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| Hey, hey, take me away
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| I’m the first to put last in the past
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| Take the handcuffs away and please do what I say
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| 'Cos I hate the untouchable cast
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| I want to be normal in body and soul
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| And normal in thought, word and deed
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| And everyone here will whistle and cheer
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| And be happy to see me succeed
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| Cheerful Charlie Ashforth
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| Now that I’m better, now that I’m strong
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| Will I be alright in the head?
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| Grey worry lines in all my designs
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| And life isn’t rosy, it’s red
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| As to why I wrote this song
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| I ain’t done nothing wrong, but I’m unhappy
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| Question: Do you blame your life on life
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| And say it all began before the nappy?
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| Hey, hey, take me away, hey, hey, take me away
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| Hey, hey, take me away, hey, hey, take me away
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| Hey, hey, take me away, hey, hey, take me away |